Rachel looked down at the wand still in her hand. It didn't look any different. She pointed it at herself and said, forcefully: "Change me back!"
Nothing happened. Despairing, Rachel cried it again: "Change me back! Change me back!!!!" Then, in her head: <Change me back!>
As soon as she had put her desire into a distinct thought, her hand flared with another surge of pain, and then the tingling was filling her again. Rachel stared at herself and her room, tense and terrified that she might end up getting smaller still, or become some other mythical creature - but the room steadily shrank, her wings disappeared into her back, and within a minute or so Rachel was back to her normal human self.
Shaking, she went to put her clothes back on (she had shrank out of them), but realized that she was still holding the wand. When she had transformed, it had been impossible to let go of, but now . . . Rachel held her hand over the wand box and willed it to let go. Immediately it did (with a little too much force, really), and the wand tumbled back into its package. Hurriedly Rachel clamped the box's lid back on and got dressed.